Chapter 2892

In the Arkham Knight's base, the Arkham Knight was preparing his equipment on the table. The Necromancer Doctor Strange stood beside him and lowered his voice and said: "Are you sure you want to go? I feel this yellow-haired guy is unreliable at all."

"What does it matter? Where isn't killing vampires killing? Didn't we want to make them realize our threat and lure them over before? Wiping out an important military base should be enough, right?"

"I know, of course, I just feel this guy has bad intentions," Doctor Strange shook his head and said: "There must be some danger we don't know about there. You have to think clearly. If you die in the dungeon, the existing points will be halved, and the props will all be dropped, and you will never get them back."

"With your guts, don't play this kind of violent game," the Arkham Knight said disdainfully. "Go back to your universe and play house."

The Arkham Knight walked away, making Doctor Strange stomp his feet in place. Although he practiced necromancy, he wasn't a madman, and precisely because he was a mage, he knew how crazy mages like Constantine were.

On the other side, Moonlight Schiller was sitting there in a daze. Dick and Khonshu were chatting quite well.

"You said you are the Moon God. Can you control the moon? Can you make the moon rise during the day?"

"Did you not learn astronomy? The moon circles the Earth. How could I possibly hold onto it?"

Dick was speechless, but he still said: "But aren't you the god of the moon? Can't you control the moon?"

"You are a human, why can't you control yourself to fly?"

Dick gradually felt that the occult world he had just come into contact with didn't seem to be the same as he imagined. Magic didn't seem as magical as he imagined.

"How did you become his patron god?" Dick just asked casually, completely unaware that he was asking about something he shouldn't.

Khonshu sighed heavily and didn't answer.

"Why did he tie your mouth before?"

Khonshu didn't even want to sigh.

Dick also noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, so he changed the topic and said: "Do you know how to use spells? I mean not just throwing energy directly, but like in the movies, getting meteorites or something..."

"I am the Moon God."

"So?"

"If I could control meteorites, how did those craters on the moon's surface come to be?"

Dick was speechless.

He felt that magic shouldn't be like this, but Khonshu's words made too much sense, and he couldn't refute them.

"Since there is a Moon God, is there also a Sun God?"

"There is."

"Are you familiar with him?"

"Are the moon and the sun familiar?"

Dick didn't know how to answer again. One is in the day and one is in the night. According to reason, they never meet, so of course, they aren't familiar.

"Can you deal with vampires?" Dick asked again.

Although Khonshu didn't answer this time, he placed his gaze on Moonlight Schiller. Dick understood his meaning. It didn't need him to deal with vampires. When necessary, he also had to protect the vampire.

Dick turned back and saw Schiller and Constantine outside the factory window. They seemed to be chatting about something, but it didn't seem very pleasant, mainly Constantine wasn't very pleasant.

After they arrived at the base, Constantine called Schiller out on the grounds of needing to understand Batman's situation.

But everyone should know that this was just an excuse. Constantine didn't care about those broken things in the Bat-family, and he wasn't very interested in the Justice League. There wasn't a single person in it he could get along with. Even if they all died, he wouldn't feel heartache.

But Schiller seemed not to understand this hint. He was describing the battle between the Robins and the Moonlight in detail, with elegant and subtle wording, describing it accurately without losing interest.

But Constantine didn't come to listen to this. He took a heavy puff of his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, stepped on it, lowered his head, but looked at Schiller from bottom to top and said.

"Let's get straight to the point."

"I didn't hide any details."

Constantine turned his head away and said: "Are you really with Batman? Taking his orders, being his running dog, just like that bunch of brainless people in the Justice League?"

"If we can thoroughly eliminate such terrible monsters, then following the orders of the most wise and experienced members of the team is the best choice. What we are far superior to them in is unity. You should think so too, right?"

This remark was simply seamless. As Dick said, Superman would have to applaud him if he were at the Justice League venue.

But when Schiller said this, the emphasis was always a bit strange. It wasn't on vocabulary like "unity," but he bit the word "order" very heavily.

It couldn't be considered evidence. It was too ethereal, always making people feel that they were thinking too much.

Constantine was experienced enough to hear the subtle meaning behind this, and precisely because of this, he was annoyed at the other party for playing with him.

"I can't unite with someone like Batman," Constantine's tone gradually cooled down. He said: "He values that bunch of idiots in the Justice League too much. They drag him down, but I won't let him drag me down. Are you determined to work with him?"

Schiller showed an expression of disapproval, as if looking at an ignorant child. He said: "The members of the Justice League might indeed have shortcomings, but you can't deny that they are a powerful force. If it were you, you might not be able to do better than Batman, and Batman has indeed used them to do a lot."

"You said it, that's using."

"Not entirely. Batman has true friendship with them. Whether it's Superman or Wonder Woman, they all understand at least a part of Batman, can give him understanding and comfort. For this, he is willing to pay more. It's not impossible to understand that this is the most precious thing in the world. Even if you pay a premium to buy it, you never lose money."

"But his indecision when facing them will eventually lead to the situation deteriorating even more seriously, and they will never pay the bill..."

"Without them, you have to pay the full price, not just the tip. So such accusations are completely unreasonable. Everyone should thank them for paying the bulk, even if the tip you bear makes you feel exhausted, it's not a reason for you to develop resentment because they didn't pay more."

Constantine wasn't discouraged. He continued: "Then what about you? Are you ready to pay the tip for him?"

"This isn't paid for anyone. Satisfying one's own wishes is also a kind of demand. Treating the lost things as the price to make oneself satisfied will always feel better. What do you think?"

Constantine felt a ball of fire in his chest. Schiller seemed to be going in circles, but every sentence was spitting out from the edge of his spiritual world, as if he were deliberately saying "I can understand you more deeply, but I won't do it."

"Then alright," Constantine pretended to be relaxed and raised his hand. "Since so many people are willing to go through fire and water for him, perhaps there's no need for me to follow him and pay the tip. Back to my House of Mystery, no vampire can chase me there."

"I hope so," Schiller smiled and said: "I also hope things can go so smoothly, eliminating them before they truly come into contact with the secrets of the occult world."

Constantine looked at him incredibly, but Schiller suddenly changed the topic. He said: "By the way, I have a necklace I want you to see."

Schiller took out the necklace that was originally worn on Dick's neck from his pocket. He opened his palm to show Constantine and said: "I heard you are British. The prayer on this is commonly used by churches in England. Can you see which church this comes from?"

Constantine glanced at the cross pendant. It really wasn't anything special, just a sentence written on the back of the cross. It was indeed a prayer commonly used by the British.

"Perhaps Westminster Abbey," Constantine said perfunctorily. "In the 90s of the last century, they manufactured a large number of such holy objects. The craftsmanship was rough, and the degree of enchantment was very low. They can't deal with real demons, but they are more than enough to deal with that group of winged rats. Where did you get it?"

"Batman gave it to me," Schiller completely hid the tortuous process. He said: "Ordinary people can understand ordinary people better. He is very worried about me being bitten, so this thing can really prevent vampires, right?"

Constantine's eyeballs suddenly turned, seemingly thinking of something. Malice just emerged, but was hidden by him again. He sank into thought too fast and didn't see the smile in Schiller's eyes.

"I can't be sure either," Constantine suddenly changed his statement. He reached out and said: "The power on the holy object will be consumed. Let me see."

Schiller handed the necklace to him. Constantine touched the prayer on the back with his fingers gently. A flash of red light seemed to flash by. He returned the necklace to Schiller and then said: "No problem. Wear it on your neck. If a vampire wants to bite you, it will burn their teeth."

Schiller nodded, but put the necklace back in his pocket. Constantine said: "Don't you wear it? Facing vampires, what ordinary people should protect most is the neck."

"I don't have the habit of wearing necklaces," Schiller tidied his tie and said: "The only metal that can touch my skin is a scalpel."

Constantine's heart jumped violently. He said: "You are a doctor?"

They walked towards the factory gate together. Schiller nodded and said: "Yes, a surgeon."

"Specializing in saving lives and healing the wounded."

"It's not that good. Not a top-notch surgeon, and I haven't done surgery for a long time, so I'm a bit rusty. I hope there won't be any need for me to appear in this action."

"I hope so too."

Schiller looked at Constantine's expression without a trace. The previous irritable state disappeared completely, which meant he had a grasp of some things again.

Schiller smiled in his heart.

Just as they walked to the corner of the factory, suddenly a blood mist rose in the distance, and both of them stopped their steps, hearing the sound of bat wings flapping.

A purple figure appeared. He was wearing a purple-black tight suit with a golden inverted triangle logo with the letter Z on his chest. It was a young man with short black hair and red eyes.

Because this isn't a popular superhero, Schiller didn't recognize him, but Constantine accurately called out his codename.

"Wonder Twins? You aren't staying in the Justice League, what are you doing here?"

"Of course, to eliminate you."

"He has been turned! Be careful!!" Constantine shouted.

The next second, a deadly blood wind attacked Schiller's face.